Uplifting isn't the word!
Uplifting video...inspiring.
As long as my granddaughters ain't involved
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Uplifting video...inspiring.
As long as my granddaughters ain't involved
Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of my moving into the university dorms as a freshman. I am still close friends with (ironically) the "guys in the band" as we all met freshman & sophomore year. We all got a kick out of remembering those first, terrifying days away from home with minimal fallback positions. Somehow, all but one of us made it through (the drummer sadly passed away almost 30 years ago from a drug overdose-suicide-accident, a simple but really tasty drummer who understood the soul of the music) unscathed to lead productive lives. Though my monitor engineer and I was pretty much the worst players (by a long shot), and everybody else had high ambitions to make it in the music industry, only my monitor engineer and I were solidly successful and we both had a 35+ year careers in pro audio. Mixing FOH, monitors, production management/tech director and (large) venue manager, we stepped into and out of each other's primary roles to fill in as needed. We are still partners today, though winding things down as it's not as much fun as when we were younger.
Friendships like this are what the younger guys who are critical of us old farts are missing... not enough time has elapsed for them to have developed these friendships, therefore they just don't understand what they don't know.
Any one here own a mobile home? I am looking at a Barth.. just being curious!
I drive by a property that has a caboose. They have tracks in their yard but can't go very far.
I have one friend I knew since the 70's. He's still playing today. He posts silly pics with his girlfriend on Facebook every other day. Found a young gal who worships the quicksand he walks on.Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of my moving into the university dorms as a freshman. I am still close friends with (ironically) the "guys in the band" as we all met freshman & sophomore year. We all got a kick out of remembering those first, terrifying days away from home with minimal fallback positions. Somehow, all but one of us made it through (the drummer sadly passed away almost 30 years ago from a drug overdose-suicide-accident, a simple but really tasty drummer who understood the soul of the music) unscathed to lead productive lives. Though my monitor engineer and I was pretty much the worst players (by a long shot), and everybody else had high ambitions to make it in the music industry, only my monitor engineer and I were solidly successful and we both had a 35+ year careers in pro audio. Mixing FOH, monitors, production management/tech director and (large) venue manager, we stepped into and out of each other's primary roles to fill in as needed. We are still partners today, though winding things down as it's not as much fun as when we were younger.
Friendships like this are what the younger guys who are critical of us old farts are missing... not enough time has elapsed for them to have developed these friendships, therefore they just don't understand what they don't know.
Me too.Of all the bands from my early days, all my friends except one can no longer come out and play.